The night sounds were returning tentatively,
And blackness lay behind the moon and the stars,
The air carried a subtle new energy,
Of a ghost town endowed with haunted love
The shadows of oak trees steadily inked towards the night whispers,
They seemed as though they were weary from heavy sympathy,
It seemed as though there was light in darkness,
It was a false but a welcome assumption to safety
Along the long lonely road lay a dark creature,
It was a beetle that was laying on its back struggling for dear life,
As ants relentlessly and mercilessly sucked from its leakage
Then a rat suddenly scarred up the bole of unseen phoenix palm,
Skepticism crept over the now brooding silence,
In the dark, deep, direct shadows that lurked in every corner,
It was a meaningless and dark-comic nature of life,
As today won’t hold any meaning that can change tomorrow,
Tomorrow that is guaranteed a higher order of fantasies fulfilled
As today won’t hold any meaning that can change tomorrow–great line, so true. Thanks for sharing!
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Always a pleasure to doing so and getting your great feedback! Thanks!
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I agree about that line. What happens withe phoenix balm? Does it help?
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Its like a sign…one can interpret it any way. But we all know the phoenix destroys itself…then rises again!
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true but who is doing the dying and rising?
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This time decided to use imagery throughout by way of mixed patterns that directs towards no ideal meaning..
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so the reader must make meaning for him/herself?
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Well said!
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Reblogged this on Aston kamunde.
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